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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the funk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Crime,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.