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 Bhutan and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
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 snare 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 Roy Ayers to the techno 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.