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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.