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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Pulsallama to the dance 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
UT,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.