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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the punk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.