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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 The Offenders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.