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 Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.