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 Poland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The Tremeloes to the dance 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.