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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Detroit Cobras to the rap 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.