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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
X-102,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.