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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Arab on Radar 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Can,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.