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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Tomorrow 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.