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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Ponytail to the funk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade 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 grunge 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 Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.