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 Qatar and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Davy DMX to the disco 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
The Index,
EPMD,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.