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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
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 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 Basic Channel to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee 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?
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
CMW,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.