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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skriet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Pole,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.