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 Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.