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 Lesotho 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.