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 Malawi and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.