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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Subhumans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.