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 Fiji and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.