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 Malawi and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shoche to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.