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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stooges to the disco 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.