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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.