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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 CMW to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.