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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marmalade to the dance 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Fear,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Roxette,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.