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 Iran and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
The Index,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.