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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.