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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
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 organ 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.