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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.