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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Sound to the grunge 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Residents,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.