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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 the Fania All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.