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 Germany and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.