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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Monochrome Set to the jazz 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.