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 East Timor and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Ludus,
The Move,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.