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 Honduras and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cameo to the dance 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.