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 Nauru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.