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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
10cc,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.