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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
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 Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.