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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.