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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Style to the techno 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
X-102,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
DNA,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.