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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.