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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masters at Work to the jazz 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
Scion,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.