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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Brick,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.