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 Finland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.