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 Morocco 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stetsasonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.