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 Hungary 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
10cc,
Ituana,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.