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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Chris Corsano to the grime 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
Television,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.