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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
Q65,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.