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 Jordan 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Cymande to the crunk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Rakim,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.