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 Lebanon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Magazine,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.