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 Libya and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.