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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Rotary Connection to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
MC5,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.