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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Human League to the rap 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.