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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.