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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Faraquet to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.