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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Fear,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Nico,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.