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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Moss Icon to the crunk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.