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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the grime 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.