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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.