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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Neu! 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Franke,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.