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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.