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 Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.