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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.