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 Congo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 David Bowie to the crunk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.