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 Korea South and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Cybotron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Q65,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.