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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.