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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Steve Hackett to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.