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 Congo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Juan Atkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.