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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.