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 Russia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
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 güiro 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 Moss Icon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.