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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Holt to the crunk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.