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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 R.M.O. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.