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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
Television,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.