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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.