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 Uruguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Tremeloes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.