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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.