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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.