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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.