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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Lyres to the grunge 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.