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 Senegal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.