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 Iraq and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.