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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 H. Thieme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.