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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 The Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.