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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Eric Copeland to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.