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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lungfish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
Can,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.