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 Gambia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.