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 Yemen and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.