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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.