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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Can,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.