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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.