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 Belgium and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
The Victims,
Wire,
ABC,
Ultravox,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.