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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald 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.