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 Palau and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marmalade to the funk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.