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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Cameo,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
Pole,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.