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 Korea South and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.