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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.