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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.