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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
The Martian,
X-101,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.