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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Index,
Deakin,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.