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 Singapore and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.