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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 snare 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.