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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
JFA,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.