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 Philippines 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 UT to the jazz 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.