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 Nepal 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Smog,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.