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 Estonia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Nico,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.