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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Tremeloes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.