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 Panama 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Sparks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.