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 Poland 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.