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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
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 marimba 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 Blackbyrds to the disco 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.