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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Japan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.