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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Ronan 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.