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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.