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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.