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 Maldives and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.