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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Schoolly D to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.