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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Slick Rick to the rock 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.