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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Hoover to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.