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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.