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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
Nas,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.