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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.