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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Godley & Creme to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Wings,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.