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 Namibia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.