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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Jeff Mills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.