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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 organ 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 Minny Pops to the rock 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Lalann,
X-101,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.