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 Palau and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.