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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Gang Green to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.