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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.