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 Australia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 The Index to the crunk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.