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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.