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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.