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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Intrusion to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Skaos,
Pole,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
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.