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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the rock 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.