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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Wake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.