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 Norway and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
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 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 Fatback Band to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.