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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Negative Approach to the rap 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.