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 Bahrain and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Graham Central Station to the techno 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Rekid,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.