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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Model 500 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.