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 Hungary and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
X-102,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.