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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lakeside 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.