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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
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 rhodes 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 Symarip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.