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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
PIL,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.