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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Smog to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.