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 Poland and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lonnie Liston Smith 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.