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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 The Birthday Party to the techno 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Index,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.