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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '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 Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.