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 Greece and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
UT,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.