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 Turkmenistan 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
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 chamberlin 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.