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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 The Count Five to the punk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.