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 Peru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
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 organ 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 Lalann to the grime 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
The Invisible,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.