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 Canada and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Sugar Minott to the rock 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.