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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.