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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sparks 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.