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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.