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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.