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 Mali and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.