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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.