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 Egypt 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Associates to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.