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 Algeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.