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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Soulsonic Force to the punk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.