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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Skaos 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.