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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Fatback Band to the rap 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.