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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cameo to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.