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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Agent Orange to the rock 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.