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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
Slave,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
The Doors,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.