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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 organ 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 Yellowson to the punk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.