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 Chad 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Schoolly D to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.