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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
The Happenings,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.