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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.