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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.