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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Symarip to the jazz 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.