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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.