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 Panama 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magazine to the dance 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Swans,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.