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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.