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 Iraq 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
UT,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.