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 Tunisia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Talk Talk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.