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 Liberia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.