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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.