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 Somalia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fatback Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Q65,
The Residents,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.