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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.