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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Fatback Band to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
Index,
X-102,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.