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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.