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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.