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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.