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 Peru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Q65,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Rekid,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Qualms,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.