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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.