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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Scan 7 to the crunk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.