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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.