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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.