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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.