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 Brazil and from Tehran.
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 Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Second Layer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.