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 Luxembourg 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suicide to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.