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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
cv313,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.