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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Depeche Mode to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.