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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
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 organ 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 Arcadia to the punk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
PIL,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.