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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.