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 Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.