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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yazoo to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.