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 Portugal 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the electroclash 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.