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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.