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 Brazil and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.