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 Germany and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.