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 Venezuela and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.