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 Nepal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.