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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Hoover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
AZ,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.