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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Detroit Cobras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.