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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Schoolly D to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.