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 Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.