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 Tanzania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.