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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.