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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.