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 Pakistan 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 marimba 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Q65,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.