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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Quantec to the funk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.