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 Yemen and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.