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 Poland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ten City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.