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 Ecuador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.