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 Dominica 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Trojans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
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.