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 Brunei and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Model 500 to the rap 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
UT,
Skriet,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.