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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band to the techno 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.