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 Brunei and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.