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 Nepal and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.