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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.