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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 marimba 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 The Slits to the funk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.