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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.