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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Sonics to the funk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Scientists,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.