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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.