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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Brick,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.