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 Norway and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 organ 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 Steve Hackett to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.