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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.