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-Bissau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.