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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Al Stewart to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.