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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.