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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 chamberlin 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Nas,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
The Move,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.