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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.