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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
Q65,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.