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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
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 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 The Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Make Up,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.