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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.