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 Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
AZ,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.