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 East Timor and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.