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 Honduras and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Severed Heads 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.