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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vainqueur to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.