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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 David Bowie 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 Rapeman 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.