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 Dominica and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.