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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.