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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Q65,
Index,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.