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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
Oneida,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
PIL,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.