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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
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 snare 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 Grauzone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
The Associates,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.