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 San Marino and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.