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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.