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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Angels of Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.