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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Jacques Brel to the dance 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.