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 Nigeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 techno 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.