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 China and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
The Associates,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.