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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.