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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
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 organ 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 Terry Callier to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.