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 Georgia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
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.