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 Kenya and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Lyres,
Television,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.