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 Israel and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Busters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
JFA,
the Association,
The Doors,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.