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 Germany and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Gang Starr to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Scion,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.