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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Amazonics 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.