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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Lower 48 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.