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 Iran and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
Television,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.