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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.