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 Niger and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.