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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.