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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Fear,
The Associates,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Intrusion,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.