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 Albania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Dark Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.