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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.