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 Togo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Monks to the dance 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.