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 United States and from Milan.
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 Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.