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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacob Miller to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.