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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.