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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Misunderstood to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.