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 New Zealand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Beijing and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Clark Five to the jazz 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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
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.