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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Ten City to the punk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.