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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 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?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.