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 Cuba and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Susan Cadogan 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Gong,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Mars,
June Days,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.