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 Austria and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.