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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Visage,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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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.