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 Philippines and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.