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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Audionom to the crunk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.