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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Fluxion to the funk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.