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 Austria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Ultra Naté 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Swans,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.