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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Morten Harket to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.