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 Kiribati 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lakeside to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.