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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Quando Quango to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.