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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.