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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
Inner City,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.