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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.