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 Kenya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
The Index,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.