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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit 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?
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
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.