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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the rock 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.