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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.