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 Croatia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department 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?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.