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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Barbara Tucker 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.