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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 The Mummies to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.