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 Greece and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Television,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.