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 Russia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Golliwogs to the jazz 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.