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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Visage,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.