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 Korea South and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.