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 United States and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.