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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Chris Corsano to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.