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 Bolivia 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.