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 Singapore and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.