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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The J.B.'s to the punk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.