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 Haiti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Rites of Spring to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.