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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Pole,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.