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 Niger and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
X-102,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.