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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Quadrant to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.