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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Alarm Clocks to the jazz 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
X-101,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.