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 Cuba and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.