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 Senegal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.