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 Romania and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fluxion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.