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 Mongolia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Bronski Beat 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.