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 St Lucia and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Monolake to the jazz 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.