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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drexciya to the techno 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.