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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Bill Wells to the dance 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.