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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.