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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Young Rascals to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
Magma,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.