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 Sierra Leone 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Skaos to the crunk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.