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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.