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 Chad and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.