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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Model 500 to the crunk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.