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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.