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 France and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.