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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.