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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kas Product to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Brick,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
DNA,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.