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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.