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 San Marino and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
Fear,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Faust,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.