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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
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 rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.