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 Burundi and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.