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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.