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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.