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 Nepal 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
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 Eddi Front to the rock 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Can,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.