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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.