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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Ronan,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.