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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.