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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.