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 Guyana and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.