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 East Timor and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 The Sound to the grunge 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.