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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Juan Atkins 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.