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 Benin and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.