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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxy Music to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Brick,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
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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.