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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the techno 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.