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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the jazz 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.