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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Procol Harum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.