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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Trumans Water to the dance 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.