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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.