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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Little Man to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.