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 Turkey and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Amazonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
JFA,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.