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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 chamberlin 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 Ituana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.