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 Thailand 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.