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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.