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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Sonic Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Organ,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.