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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Stetsasonic to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.