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 Albania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Icehouse to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Visage,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.