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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bar-Kays to the crunk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
Q65,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.