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 Grenada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
PIL,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.