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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 The Zeros to the punk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
Echospace,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.