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 Poland and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
Nas,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.