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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Cameo,
Smog,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.