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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.