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 Peru and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.