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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.