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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Five Americans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Urselle,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
The Wake,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
Pole,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.