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 Laos and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Faraquet to the crunk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.