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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Iggy Pop to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
Q65,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Flipper,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.