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 Finland 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.