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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Görl to the punk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.