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 Ghana 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the grime 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.