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 Jamaica 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Rapeman to the punk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
the Swans,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.