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 Egypt and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat to the punk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
X-101,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.