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 Panama and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Yusef Lateef to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.