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 Georgia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.