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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.