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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 The Angels of Light to the electroclash 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.