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 Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
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 organ 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 Joey Negro to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.