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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Buckinghams to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.