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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.