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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yaz to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Crime,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.