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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Style to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.