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 Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.