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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.