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 Poland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bluetip to the jazz 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.