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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 The Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.