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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Misunderstood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.