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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.