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 Barbados and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.