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 Norway and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 The Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.