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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Deepchord to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
World's Most,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.