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 South Africa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 The Invisible to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.