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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Jawbox to the rap 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.