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 Iran and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.