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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
JFA,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.