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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.