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 Slovenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.