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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Magazine to the dance 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.