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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the rap 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.