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 Mexico and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.