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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 D'Angelo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Slave,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.