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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.