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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.