Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Paraguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
MDC,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
X-101,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.