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 Chile and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Simply Red to the grunge 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
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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.