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 Brazil and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound 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?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.