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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.