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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alton Ellis to the rock 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Crime,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.