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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Zeros to the techno 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.