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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Minutemen to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Television,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Erasure,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.