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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.