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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.