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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.