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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
The Gories,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
a-ha,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.