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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nico to the jazz 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.