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 Comoros 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
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 mellotron 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 Dead Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
cv313,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
DNA,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.