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 Honduras and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Underground Resistance to the dance 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.