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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.