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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Boredoms to the grunge 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.