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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.