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 Turkmenistan 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the rock 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.