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 Colombia 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ituana to the techno 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.