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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 DJ Sneak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.