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 Argentina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
The Index,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.