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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
June Days,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.