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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Neil Young to the electroclash 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.