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 Malawi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.