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 Finland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
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.