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 Somalia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin 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 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.