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 Belarus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Tropical Tobacco 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.