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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Doobie Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.