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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
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.