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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Neu!,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
cv313,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.