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 Oman and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 FM Einheit to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.