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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.