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 Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.