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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.