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 China and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.