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 Korea North and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.