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 Norway and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.