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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.