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 Iran and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.