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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
The Martian,
The Standells,
Index,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.