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 Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
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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.