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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
Q65,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
The Victims,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Bluetip,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.