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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arab on Radar to the funk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
Can,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.