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 Samoa and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Move to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.