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 Malawi and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.