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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.