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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gun Club to the rap 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
the Slits,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.