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 Norway and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Scion,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.