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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.