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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.