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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.