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 Iran and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.