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 Iceland and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.