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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.