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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.