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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.