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 Moldova and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.