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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mandrill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.