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 Senegal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Das Ding to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.