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 Haiti 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.