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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Model 500 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.