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 Chad and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 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 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 Pantytec to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.