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 Grenada and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.