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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Nas,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.