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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Unwound to the funk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.