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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 harpsichord 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.