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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.