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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Cymande to the rock 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
MC5,
Rakim,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.