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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.