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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Procol Harum to the grime 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.