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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.