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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.