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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Black Sheep to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.