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 Croatia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Second Layer to the disco 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.