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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.