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 Thailand and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Massinfluence to the rock 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.