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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Hashim,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
10cc,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.