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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.