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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.