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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Buckinghams to the grime 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Index,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.