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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Wire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.