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 Dominican Republic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
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 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 The Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
Brick,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.