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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Funkadelic to the jazz 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.