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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.