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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the rap 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.