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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Bobby Sherman 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.