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 Samoa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Masters at Work to the punk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Organ,
Nico,
Can,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.