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 Oman and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ituana to the funk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.