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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.