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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.