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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
10cc,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.