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 Togo and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.