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 Oman and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy 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?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.