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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.