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 India and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 funk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.