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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Brand Nubian to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.