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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Pagans,
Slave,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.