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 Portugal and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.