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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Infiniti to the techno 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
JFA,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.