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 Israel and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 E-Dancer to the crunk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.