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 Grenada and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Music Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.