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 Brazil and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Eli Mardock 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.