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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 The American Breed to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.