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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Amon Düül II to the dance 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.