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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.