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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.