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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Nas,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.