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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Scrapy to the rock 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.