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 Benin and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.