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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Organ to the punk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.